How do I learn to dealWith things I've never experienced?What if they're scary?Can I curl up in my corner?Can I block out these strange sensations?But...What if these new things are fun?No. They won't be.They never are.Am I happy now, with things the way they are?I don't know.Am I sad at all?I don't know.How about angry?I don't know.Am I anything at all?Yes.Scared. Nervous.There's nothing here to help meThe line that let me hide away is goneWhat do I do?If I curl up in my corner, could I......disappear?Hide away from the worldAnd everything that makes me uneasy?Will I be forced to handle something I can't deal with?Like before?Like always?I don't know.So many questionsNot one answer.Why am I who-and what- I am?I don't want to be somethingThat hurts others anymoreI don't want to be anythingI don't want to see the worldSo bright and overwhelming and scaryI don't want to acknowledge these questionsI can't answer them; I shouldn't have to!I'm so scared of all of this...It's getting so hard to hide from it allI feel like my head will explode!I don't think I could deal with a mothers' loveAll I've ever known is a mothers' indifferenceBut maybe...The line is gone.Can I smile now?NO!I'll only get hurtI'll only get others hurtHow about a laugh?What is there to laugh about?Nothing.Nothing in this scary world.The closest things to meAre what pushed me inot my circle, this nothing of sandA desert where all I can doIs draw a line in the sandAnd hope the monstersOr worseDon't get meAnd maybeIf I close my eyes,Curl up into a tiny, tiny little ball,And wish really, really hardMaybe, just maybe,I can finally disappearAnd be nothing.

Okay, this is for my friend who loves Crona. I worked really hard, so all that read this and feel depressed afterwards...please post. This is what I think the poem Crona wrote is like...Well, a longer version of it, perhaps...